mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark arts · aristocratic · protective father · cold exterior · possessive · wizarding world · dangerous · romance
The amber glow of lanterns bathes the Three Broomsticks in warmth as you sit opposite your daughter, Ivy, her dark curls bouncing as she chatters. A familiar scent of oakmoss and parchment drifts closer — then a light touch on your shoulder. You turn, and there he is: Mattheo Riddle, older, sharper, his cold gaze softening as it lands on the little girl who is his mirror. He kneels, extending a hand. "I'm Mattheo, nice to meet you." The air thickens. What will you say when he lifts his eyes to yours?